Chapter 152 Belated affection is cheaper than grass!
Fu Linghe reached out and held Yun Zheng's soft little hand, with a smile in his eyes, "Mrs. Fu, this is so delicious that you can't even hold your chopsticks properly."
"If you really like it, I'll make it for you every day from now on."
Yun Zheng looked into Fu Linghe's eyes and swallowed uncontrollably. In her mind, she thought: This is what it looks like when she smiles with her eyebrows and eyes~
While she was stunned, Fu Linghe had already taken the chopsticks from her hand, picked up a small piece of noodles and brought it to Yun Zheng's mouth.
"Open your mouth, I'll feed you." His Adam's apple rolled, and his voice was like jade soaked in pine soot ink.
Yun Zheng's thoughts were pulled back by the man's voice, and she quickly said, "No need, I can do it myself..."
Fu Linghe insisted on moving her chopsticks forward, and the noodles almost touched her lips.
His eyes were filled with a gentleness that could not be rejected, yet also concealed a hint of expectation.
"Open your mouth," he repeated in a low voice, a hint of coaxing in his voice. "Or would Mrs. Fu prefer me to feed you in another way?"
"If you don't mind, it's not impossible."
Yun Zheng's face instantly turned red, and the tips of her ears were so red that they seemed to be bleeding.
She subconsciously shrank back, but Fu Linghe grabbed her neck with his other hand.
His palms were warm, and his fingertips gently stroked her hairline, bringing a tingling sensation.
"I...I can do it myself..." Her voice was as thin as a mosquito's hum and she was still tough, but when she met Fu Linghe's smiling eyes, she opened her mouth as if possessed by a ghost.
The moment the noodles entered her mouth, she heard Fu Linghe chuckle softly.
He casually picked up a tissue from the dining table and gently wiped the soup from the corner of Yun Zheng's mouth.
After feeding Yun Zheng this bowl of noodles, only one soul and one spirit were left out of her three souls and seven spirits!
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The lights in the bar were dim and the air was filled with the smell of alcohol and cigarettes.
Zhou Yushen sat at the bar, pouring whiskey into his mouth one glass after another, staring at the screen of his mobile phone with a distracted look.
Fu Linghe's Weibo post was prominently ranked first on the hot search list. In the photo, Yun Zheng was in his arms, and the red marks on her neck were clearly visible.
Zhou Yushen's fingers tightened unconsciously, and the glass was almost crushed by him.
"Another drink," he said to the bartender in a hoarse voice, with suppressed anger in his voice.
The bartender hesitated, "Sir, you've already had a lot to drink..."
"I said another drink, didn't you hear me?" Zhou Yushen slammed the bar, the sound was particularly harsh amid the noisy music.
The bartender reluctantly poured him another glass, "Sir, your drink!"
Zhou Yushen raised his head and drank it all in one gulp. The alcohol burned his throat, but it could not extinguish the anger in his heart.
The neon tubes reflected distorted spots of light at the bottom of the whiskey glass, and Zhou Yushen's gaze on the phone screen suddenly froze.
When the girl in a champagne-colored satin skirt on the dance floor turned her head to the side and smiled, the upward curve at the end of her eyes was 30% similar to Yun Zheng's.
"Yun... Zheng..." He staggered and held on to the bar, the ice in the crystal glass making a tiny whining sound.
Alcohol and memories were rushing through his veins, and by the time he reacted, he had already grabbed the girl's slender wrist.
"Why did you want to marry him?" Zhou Yushen pushed her against the corner of the booth, the scent of tequila spraying on the girl's terrified face. "You clearly promised to marry me, why did you break your promise? I know I was wrong, I really know I was wrong. Zhengzheng... let's start over, okay?"
The girl's high heels crushed his instep, "You're crazy!"
The pain made Zhou Yushen dazed for a moment, and then he was pulled by the collar and thrown to the ground.
Amid the dull thud of his head hitting the marble pillar, he seemed to see Yun Zheng at the age of eighteen, with a ponytail, dominating the debate arena.
She is so confident and bright, and she is the most dazzling person wherever she is.
"You dare to touch my woman?" The leather boots rolled over his palms that were supporting the ground, and the knuckles made a teeth-grinding sound.
Zhou Yushen groaned in pain, but still raised his eyes stubbornly, staring at the blurry figure in front of him.
In his drunken vision, the figure gradually overlapped with Yun Zheng in his memory, causing a crazy impulse to surge in his heart.
"Yun Zheng, don't go..." He murmured, his voice full of pleading, waving his hands wildly, trying to catch the illusory shadow.
Zhou Yushen's fingers grasped in the air in vain, but only touched cold air.
His vision was blurred, and the world before him seemed to be covered by a thick layer of fog. Only the figure in the champagne-colored dress was swaying, which looked very much like Yun Zheng in his memory.
"Yun Zheng... don't go..." His voice was hoarse and broken, with a strong sense of drunkenness and despair.
The next second, another heavy punch hit his abdomen.
Zhou Yushen groaned, curled up into a ball, his stomach churning, and the burning sensation of whiskey rising up his throat.
He wanted to vomit, but someone grabbed his collar and lifted him up.
"You're looking for death!" the girl's boyfriend roared and punched him on the cheekbone again.
Zhou Yushen felt as if his face was hit by a hammer, and his eardrums were buzzing.
He staggered backward, knocking over the high chair behind him, and the glass hit the ground with a crisp sound.
"I'm not... I got the wrong person..." He tried to explain, but the alcohol made his tongue tied and his voice was unclear.
"Wrong person?" The other man sneered and kicked him in the knee. "Why didn't you say you had the wrong person when you fucking touched my girlfriend just now?"
Zhou Yushen fell heavily to his knees on the ground, his knees hitting the broken glass, and blood instantly dyed his suit pants red.
He gasped in pain, but still looked up stubbornly, searching for the figure with a distracted gaze.
"Yun Zheng..." he murmured, reaching out to grab something.
He was answered with another heavy punch, this time directly on the bridge of his nose.
Zhou Yushen felt a heat in his nasal cavity, and warm liquid dripped down his chin, spreading into bloodstains on his white shirt.
Finally, the bar security arrived and pulled the angry man away.
Zhou Yushen collapsed to the ground, his consciousness beginning to fade.
He reached into the inside pocket of his suit, where was still the engagement ring he had customized for Yun Zheng.
It's a pity that before he could propose to her, he broke up with Yun Zheng just for that worthless face...
The velvet jewelry box was warped by the weight, but he could still feel the initials engraved on the ring.
"Mr. Zhou!" This was the scene Special Assistant Lin saw when he rushed into the bar.
His CEO's expensive suit was stained with wine and blood. The usually gentle man was curled up in the glass shards, holding the broken mobile phone tightly in his hand, and the screen was still fixed on Fu Linghe's glaring Weibo post.
Special Assistant Lin squatted down and tried to help Zhou Yushen up, "Mr. Zhou, let's go to the hospital..."
"No..." Zhou Yushen struggled to push his assistant away and stood up shakily, "I want to... I want to go find Yun Zheng..."
He stumbled towards the door, each step feeling like he was walking on knife edge.
Blood dripped down his chin, leaving a dark red trail on the floor.
"Mr. Zhou!" Special Assistant Lin chased after him, but was pushed away by Zhou Yushen.
"Leave me alone..." His voice was terribly hoarse, "Let me... let me go find her..."
Zhou Yushen pushed open the door of the bar and a cold wind blew in his face.
He looked up at the night sky. The moon was covered by dark clouds, like a cloud kite that he could never touch.
He took out the engagement ring, and the "Z&Y" engraved on the inside was blurred by blood.
Zhou Yushen smiled bitterly and clenched the ring tightly in his palm until his knuckles turned white.
"Yun Zheng..." he murmured, and his voice disappeared into the night.
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